The feline lady tucked two fingers into herself, slickness removing any resistance, and she groaned and closed her eyes, biting her lip to keep from moaning loud enough to wake the boys in the next room. Her fingers curled and slowly bicycled against her upper vaginal wall while her knuckles stretched the fabric of her panties, and she pulled her paw to her mouth to cover a gasp. Thoughts of the gorgeous wolf and his fat knot against her walls melted into thoughts of her son and his friend, sound asleep just next door. A whine escaped around her teeth as a memory crept into her mind of the last time Matheus slept over. She had looked in on the boys in the morning on her way down to start her day. The bunny was sprawled out on his back, arm draped over Diego's back as the kitten slept on his side, facing away from the door. Isabel's fingers curled and dug harder against her slick walls as she remembered how tight his briefs were, straining to contain his morning problem while he slept. She had left the boys sleep, but the image followed her downstairs. It was still with her as her knuckles slid up her panties and she slipped her fingers back in.
A whining mewl matched her frustrated squirming, hips rolling and grinding against the edge of her bed as she masturbated. In her mind, she was undressing that cute bunny boy, peeling his briefs down his thighs, exposing that turgid, perfect bunnyhood. At eight, he wasn't any competition for the wolf. Isabel's toes curled as she realized that she wanted her son's best friend more than another night with the wolf. She'd only seen him in his briefs, but that perfect bunny ass and bulge around front had her imagination working as fast as her libido.
Isabel settled back and lifted her ass off the bed, bracing her feet on the floor, and she slid her panties down her thighs. One arm propped her up, and the other slid down between her legs. She rolled her fingers over her mound, biting her lip and pressing her palm down against that swell, mashing against her swollen clitoris. In her mind, she was masturbating Matheus, nuzzling the boy's ears as he squirmed and made cute noises, his rigid little penis in her experienced fingers. That snug little sac, that cute expression as he tensed up, that clenching bunny ass in her lap. The needy mother's fingers tucked in and out of her slick vagina, brisk, as she imagined those little asscheeks bouncing under her paws, pumping his precocious length into her. Her head tipped back as she dug against a particularly good spot, and she mercilessly teased her vaginal wall, picturing Matheus's expression as she took him from boyhood to adulthood.
The feline lifted her head and opened her eyes, and she suddenly froze with a gasp as she saw Matheus standing in the doorway with his shirt bunched in one fist. The boy was biting his lip and staring at her, and his Fuleco the Armadillo briefs were stretched in front by that pulse-quickening stiffness. Isabel's cheeks burned hot, and she just stared back at him.
After a moment, her need overpowered her inhibitions, and she sat up, slipping her fingers out. "Entra, Matheus," she said. She curled one matted-down finger at him, shiny in the light, and smiled.
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